Wen Sihe raised his eyes and smiled at her, "Just return the original amount."
"Sir, keep it. In our industry, we always keep our promises."
A newcomer to the casino won two billion in one night, and she was a woman. She would probably be in trouble before she even stepped out of the door.
The best way at this moment is of course to divert the trouble in hand.
The original promise to Wen Sihe became the best reason.
Wen Sihe's expression became even more complicated. What should he do if he didn't give up one billion?
Even if she accepts Fu Yancheng's order, the design fee she receives is estimated to be only in the tens of millions. She may not earn so much money in a lifetime of working.
Is she... trying to gain favor in front of Fu Yancheng's friends?
Wen Sihe accepted it no longer and patted Fu Yancheng on the shoulder.
"Married people, is it time to go back at this point?"
Emphasis was placed on the words "married people". From the corner of his eye, he saw Sheng Mian sitting back in his seat. You should have heard it, right?
Fu Yancheng originally lowered his eyes, but after hearing this, he frowned in confusion.
Everyone knew that the one in his house was just a decoration, but Wen Sihe should know better.
Wen Sihe's eyes were complicated. If this woman didn't seek wealth, then she would only really have a crush on Fu Yancheng.
"Yancheng, can't you see? She likes you."
Holding the gilded blue chip in his hand, Fu Yancheng's eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips and said, "Why do you see that?"
Wen Sihe's eyes hinted at the chips in front of him, "One billion."
In their eyes, one billion is a drop in the bucket, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a ceiling that cannot be reached in a lifetime.
She pushed him over so lightly. If it wasn't to gain favor with Fu Yancheng, Wen Sihe couldn't think of any other reason.
"She is married. I heard that she and her husband are very loving."
The tone was calm, but after saying it, I felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere next to me.
Fu Yancheng turned his head and found that Wen Sihe's eyes were very subtle, as if to say, you even asked about this.
"Don't think too much, we just talked a few times."
When he mentioned this, Fu Yancheng felt a little subtle for the first time.
After all, the two of them had slept together, and it seemed to be a tacit secret.
"Yancheng, I think this girl is serious about you, and her marriage must be fake. You see, she doesn't even have a wedding ring on her hand. If she and her husband are very affectionate, she will definitely wear the ring."
"Maybe I just didn't wear it today."
"When she just pushed the chips over, I took a look at her finger and there was no trace of a ring."
If the ring is worn for a long time, there will be a circle of shallow marks between the fingers, but she does not have it.
Wen Sihe is currently the most valuable screenwriter with a gold medal, and what he is best at is brainstorming.
"I guess I told you that I'm getting married because I just want to put the relationship on hold for a while, and then work out a complete process of courting you to slowly impress you. After all, I'm your designer, and the two of you will meet often in the future."
Fu Yancheng couldn't say a word, and for a moment he even thought that Wen Sihe was talking nonsense.
But when he subconsciously raised his head to look at Sheng Mian, he happened to catch her gaze, looking at him secretly?
Sheng Mian was indeed looking at Fu Yancheng at this time, because it was Fu Yancheng's turn to speak, but the two of them were chatting selflessly, and no one knew what they were talking about.
Wen Sihe was also very selfless. Putting aside his bad impression of Sheng Mian at the beginning, he felt that this woman was pretty good. If Fu Yancheng liked her as a designer, she must be very talented.
Her character is also very strong, yet soft at the same time. If she really falls into it, she will probably become more serious in the future, and being more serious will be painful. After all, it is impossible for Fu Yancheng to respond to her.
"Yancheng, if you don't like this person, you should reject her earlier."
Fu Yancheng pursed his lips, looked away, and frowned even more tightly, even more distressed than losing hundreds of millions.
